What made it awful
That you cannot be yourself
Everyday feeding the pillow

Get out of your filthy bed
And you will feel good

I tried preserving happiness
But when I tried being in it
It gets destroyed

Everyone around me speaks triggered stuffs
I said, "it is alright", smiling .
Slowly crawling beneath my blanket
Get drenched again.

Strong me, always go out with a broad smile
Assuring me, I will come back to my filthy bed soon.

Drenching out the pillow
Imagining everything will be ok
Is the first step to retrieve you back.



© panglossian lass